Hot Sugar

by Cassandra Dee

  “Now!”

  He calls, and it’s an order my body answers instantly as orgasm swallows me whole, washing over my body with pleasure.

  I feel Mason release inside me as he moans in my ear, deep voice needy and weak. His vulnerability only pushes my orgasm to the next level, a tear rolling down my cheek as I pant in disbelief.

  How can sex even be this good? I feel out of my mind and body with satisfaction, unable to even process the emotions rushing through me. He’s so incredible, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be than straddling his long, hard cock as semen oozes out of me. It’s the male animal’s mark of possession on my body, absolutely amazing. Mason makes me feel sexier than I ever have in my life, and I try to fight the feeling brewing deep within, knowing that’s not what he wants from a sugar baby.

  Taking A Butt Plug

  ~Deleted Scene to Sugar Baby~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Carrie

  “I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. From the money, to rescuing us last night, and the apartment today. I’m just so grateful,” I sigh, my hormones raging as he looks on with his structured jawline clearly defined.

  “I know you appreciate it, you don’t have to keep telling me,” he chuckles.

  “Well, I want to thank you,” I lean in.

  “You do?”

  “Of course I do. Is there anything you had in mind?” comes my breathy whisper.

  “How do you feel about toys?” He asks nervously.

  “What kind of toys?” I ask, confused.

  What would Mason want to do with toys? He always seems so professional and serious. I can’t imagine him playing games, let alone video games or stuffed animals.

  As if he can read my mind, he grins before walking towards the back of the room while my heart races with nerves. I feel as though he could return with anything, and as much as I want to spend time with him, I just hope it has to do with pleasure, because I’m craving his body.

  After a night without him, I felt like I was experiencing withdrawal. The more pleasure he gives me, the stronger my addiction grows. Today was torture, being so close to him yet so far from feeling him deep inside me. At one point today, I saw the outline of his cock in his suit and my mouth watered, dying to drop to my knees and taste him right there.

  Mason finally returns, carrying a small box with both of his hands. His eyes are lustful and curious as the side of his lips curls up mischievously. Settling beside me on the bed, he lifts the lid to reveal a plethora of plastic wrapped sex toys. My pelvic muscles clench excitedly knowing I’m close to getting fucked.

  “I didn’t expect Monopoly, but I wasn’t expecting this either,” I tease, holding up a dildo that’s almost as big as Mason’s huge package.

  “No Monopoly, baby,” he whispers in my ear before dragging his tongue down my neck as his hand reaches down my shirt, squeezing my breast before twirling my aroused nipple between the pad of his thumb and the fingertip of his pointer finger.

  “I can’t pay attention with you doing this,” I moan, reaching out for his pants.

  “Then don’t do that,” he backs away.

  “I just want to taste it,” I plead, my mouth watering as my pussy clenches.

  “Get undressed,” he calmly orders and I stand, with my eyes locked to his as I pull my shirt over my head before stepping out of my tight jeans.

  Standing before him, I watch as his eyes roam my body, and I feel so sexy beneath his glare, something I’ve never experienced before. In just my lace panties and bra, which I bought with my first allowance, I have no insecurities about my body. How could I, watching his cock grow at the sight of my luscious curves?

  “This is nice,” he runs his hands beneath the lace, cupping my ass before slapping the skin roughly. My eyes close in delight as my thighs squeeze together, wetness drenching my sex.

  “Take it off,” he again orders, and it’s so hot.

  Slowly, I pull the bra straps down my arm, sure to take my time revealing my breasts because I know how much he loves them, and I watch him swallow slowly when they finally bounce free.

  Turning around, I wiggle my hips from side to side as I pull the panties down my legs, the slickness from my cunt dripping slowly.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls from behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him run his palm along his stiff cock, though he’s still fully dressed.

  “So, what do you want to do with these?” I run my finger along the edge of his box of torture.

  “Do you know what this is?” He holds up a package with a small black object inside.

  “Only from watching porn,” I blush as I admit to knowing what a butt plug is.

  A deep laugh escapes him as he throws his head back in amusement.

  “How can you be so innocent, and still watch porn?” He shakes his head.

  “You want to use that?” I ask nervously

  “Yeah, baby. I want to fuck your ass, but it’s gotta be baby steps,” he explains. “Your anus is small so it’s gotta get stretched first.”

  My stomach drops with anxiety, and yet the feeling is delicious.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, reading the shock.

  “I want to taste you,” I blurt out, my thoughts rushing from my lips without approval.

  “Alright, let’s make a deal,” he tears the package open with his mouth, taking the butt plug into his hand.

  “Okay,” I lean forward, watching the breath escape him as he watches my titties bounce.

  “I’ll give you a small taste, and then we use this,” he holds up the black toy.

  My eyes squint as I consider the options. I do want to please him to thank him for all he’s done, but the thought of something going in my ass is terrifying. Then again, I know I want him to fuck me everywhere, ass included.

  My mind is made up when his pants drop to the floor, and I see that monster cock pock through his boxers before he steps out of them.

  “Deal,” I breathe, licking my lips in anticipation as he strips off his shirt, throwing everything to the floor in haste.

  With his fingers gripped around his cock, he walks towards me as I sit at the edge of his bed, my legs opening obediently as he approaches.

  “Just a little, okay?” he asks, my eyes locked in on his length, the tip glistening with pre-come. Just knowing I’m able to get him so excited makes my pussy so wet.

  “Okay, baby,” I whisper, looking up as he gently rubs his stiffness against my cheek. Sighing deeply, my eyes close with greed as I smell the warm scent of him.

  “Lick it,” he whispers, and I run the flat of my tongue across the tip, savoring the salty taste of male spunk.

  “Ungh, fuck,” he growls, turning me on even more.

  Running my tongue down the length of his gigantic cock, I begin sucking on his base, wrapping my lips around him as I hum in appreciation. Lifting his heavy rod, I lean down to take his balls into my mouth, the skin so soft and warm, my pussy clenching deliciously.

  “Suck my fucking cock,” he growls, desperate to feel my mouth and I don’t make him wait a second, gently releasing his balls before sheathing my teeth and sliding him to the back of my throat so slow he can’t help but release a soft moan.

  His hand quickly grips the back of my neck, those thick legs spreading for balance while his hips begin to rock forward, inching his manhood into my mouth.

  “That’s it. Good girl. Take this cock, baby,” he coaches and I nod while looking up at his hooded eyes.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he bites out, his jaw clenched, making me hot as he slides in and out of me, jamming into my throat until I gag.

  “Spit it,” he groans, and I hawk a gob of spit on his coc
k before loudly slurping it all up.

  “Holy fuck!” he bites out in a whisper, breathing erratic, as his cock slides across my tongue before he pulls my hair back, taking a deep breath as he falls out of my mouth.

  “Baby,” I whine, wanting more of him.

  “You were about to make me come,” he shakes his head, fist wrapped around his base as he squeezes himself.

  “I like that part,” I smile.

  “My turn,” he raises his eyebrows quickly before pressing the butt plug against my lips. I swallow slowly before parting my lips as the soft rubber glides passed my lips, still slippery from Mason’s arousal.

  “Get on the bed. On all fours,” he orders, taking a small bottle from the box before placing it on the floor and climbing behind me on the bed.

  With my ass perched in the air, I breath heavily in anticipation, not knowing what he’s going to do. Then I feel his hands run from the back of my neck to the crack of my ass. He brings me alive with his touch, and I don’t even tense when he runs down my ass. I want to feel him everywhere.

  “Mmm. This is mine, Carrie,” he growls, slapping my ass.

  “Mmm hmm,” I hum, unable to speak with the butt plug in my mouth.

  His palms press against my ass cheeks massaging me gently, and then I feel his warm tongue between my legs, teasing my slick opening. My knees move apart to make room for him and then his tongue move up my crack and he begins to suck on my ass while his palms spread my cheeks.

  Humming in sensation, my head falls to the bed, but I continue to poke my ass out for him, not wanting to stop that sensation. Sliding his tongue into my puckering hole, I feel all the wind escape me. It’s such a weird and foreign feeling, but yet it feels so good.

  “You’re so wet, I don’t even need lube,” he throws something to the floor before cupping my sex with his hand, and spreading my juices up my ass crack.

  My back arches as his hand massages over my back hole, the juices warm and slimy as he runs his fingers backs and forth over the sensitive skin until one finger pushes its way inside, a fullness I’ve never felt before causing me to inhale sharply.

  “Just breathe, baby. You know I’m gonna fuck you good. Let me in,” he coaches, and I take a deep breath, swallowing hard as he slides the finger in and out until I begin to moan, the strangeness gone, leaving nothing but smooth sensation.

  “Good girl,” he moves around, places his fingers at my mouth, “Give me the plug, sweetheart.”

  Spitting the plug out, I wait in anticipation until I feel his finger leave me, and then a wetness at my tight ass before he shoves it in, filling me even more.

  “Oh!” I shriek from the intrusion as he jumps from the bed, grabbing something from the floor as my ass clenches around the foreign object.

  “Here,” Mason whispers, holding his cock in front of my face as he kneels on both knees before me.

  Sitting on all fours, I happily take him in my mouth, bobbing forward as his hips instantly rock into me.

  His torso leans over me slightly and then I feel the pressure at my ass. He’s sliding the plug in and out while I suck him off. Now I can’t yell because my mouth is filled with his cock.

  “I’m gonna fuck you hard, but you have to be quiet, you understand?” He grunts the words, biting back his pleasure.

  “Mmm hmm,” I hum, and then he pulls his cock from my mouth, stuffing my wet lace panties inside instead.

  Positioning himself by my side, Mason starts moving the plug in and out again, my body arching to the new pleasure. Then, he slides two fingers deep into my pussy, curling to tap just where he knows I like it.

  “Mmm,” I hum, tasting my arousal.

  “That’s right, baby, you’re gonna come for me if you want this cock,” he teases me, knowing I want him to fuck me.

  Pushing back, I swallow his fingers with my pussy as he slides the plug in and out of my ass faster and harder. I can barely keep myself together as the vibrations grow in my chest, my body tensing as I ready for an explosion.

  Leaning down, Mason wraps his lips around my clit sucking me so hard. I shriek until my body rattles with trembles as an orgasm pours out of me.

  “Spit those out,” he orders, handing me a pillow instead, and I’m happy so I can tell him how much I love it when he finally comes for me.

  “Oh God,” I moan, my climax still rolling through me when he slams his cock deep into my pussy. Leaning down into the pillow, I moan loudly, grateful my sister can’t hear me through the buffer.

  “That’s right, Carrie. This is mine!” He growls, gripping my hips as he plunges deep inside me, my pussy biting down, greedy for the friction.

  “Mmm…” I moan into the pillow.

  Moving the butt plug in and out in rhythm with his hips, he’s fucking both my holes at the same time, and I can already feel my next orgasm building deep in my belly.

  “Tell me who you belong to, Carrie,” he calls, his voice much more calm and controlled than mine.

  “You,” I moan into the pillow, my face buried in the cotton, with my ass high in the air.

  “Say my fucking name,” he grunts.

  “Mason,” I moan, but he seems dissatisfied.

  “Say my fucking name,” he pumps me hard and fast.

  “Mason!” I yell into the pillow.

  “Again,” he growls, and I repeat his name over and over, muffled into the pillow as he fucks me so hard my vision blurs as I coat his cock in cream.

  I know he’s close to the edge when his voice grows weak and vulnerable, almost moaning as he calls me to say his name and tell him who my pussy belongs to.

  “You!” I cry, another orgasm exploding in me as Mason tears me apart in the best way, fucking me, gripping my hips, and moaning until he stills in me.

  “Oh, you got a greedy cunt,” he moans in my ear, doubled over behind me as he jerks inside my pussy coming hard.

  “Give me all of it,” I whisper, breathless and panting, big boobies swaying.

  “I am, baby, fuck. It’s yours,” he moans, his hips slowly rocking as I squeeze my pussy around him, milking every drop until he roars.

  “Fuck!” the big man yells, panting as he falls onto his back.

  “That was hot as fuck,” he reaches up, twisting my nipple as I lay there gasping.

  “Can you take this thing out now?” I ask with wide eyes and he laughs before jumping up to gently pull the butt plug out, kissing my ass cheek before pulling my body into his as we collapse in his luxurious bed, holding each other until we fall asleep.

  Petting in the Car

  ~Deleted Scene to Sugar Baby~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Carrie

  Staring at my reflection in the large full length mirror in our living room, I can’t believe it’s me. Our new penthouse apartment is complete, decorated like a home in a movie or magazine. It’s difficult to believe I actually live here, but at the same time it feels like home after picking out every detail with the interior decorator.

  Mason was so generous, even the designer was impressed by how little he cared about money. He just wanted me to have whatever I wanted, it was the first time in my life I could just pick and choose without considering price.

  Taking the money he gave me in the envelope while he was last at my place, I bought a new wardrobe for both myself and Nicole. The woman staring back at me isn’t the Carrie anyone would be used to, but the new and improved me instead.

  Tight fitting clothes were never my style, because I’m not the rail thin model type that’s popular these days. Mason has changed all of that for me, making me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Loving the way the neckline of the dark purple dress cuts down so deep it looks like my breasts could fall out with one wrong movement. The tight struct
ure of the skirt not only shapes my ass perfectly, but it pushes my breasts up, so they’re even perkier than normal.

  Running my hands down the sides of the soft fabric, I feel myself getting turned on just from the sight of me. The excitement building deep in my belly is so intense I decide to go downstairs before Mason’s even called.

  Just as I enter the lobby, I see his Bentley pull up, before he steps out, freezing when his eyes land on me. I push through the glass door of my fancy building and walk towards him like I’m on a catwalk.

  “Hi, baby,” I breathe seductively.

  “Where’s Nicole?” he asks urgently.

  “She’s out with friends,” I answer.

  “So no one’s upstairs?” he glances at his watch.

  “Oh no, mister, we’re going to dinner,” I giggle, climbing into the open car door as he watches. I settle into the seat in my stiletto sandals.

  The entire ride to the restaurant, his hand grips my thigh tightly, possessively, just like I like it. There’s nothing better than when he asks me who I belong to, his eyes filled with lust, my pussy stuffed with his hard cock.

  “How was your day?” He finally asks, breaking the silence while sliding his hand higher up my thigh.

  “It was long. I’ve just been waiting for this moment,” I bashfully confess.

  Mason barely reacts, his eyes looking over my breasts hungrily while his hand rests between my thick thighs. He’s still horny from our make out session, because I haven’t seen him since then, and he appears to be tortured by my wardrobe selection.

  “You look incredible,” he sighs, running his hand down his erection, trying to ease himself.

  With my side pressed against his, I lower my hand to his thigh, before inching over slowly until my small palm is rubbing against his stiffness through his pants.

  His breath catches in his throat. I know he’s losing control, and it’s so sexy because he’s always in control. Taking him out of his element empowers me more than I can put into words.